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missing her

Marika getting some love.

Today I saw a Vizsla tearing around a field, in search of whatever ecstasy of smells she was discovering, and I was reminded of my beloved Marika. 


Without Dog


She won't eat,

drinks only small

sips from the bowl I hold

oiut to her.


Please, I say, please.

She attends earnestly,

panting, watching the air.




I learn to stick the neeedle

quickly. I learn

to do it in the dark.


One hand holds an IV bag

high, for pressure,

the other slips the needle in.


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